rating: k (rufus? family friendly? just this once.)
characters: rufus. tifa. rufus/tifa if you squint.
continuity: AC-friendly. Minor spoilers.
summary: 'Hey,' she said, ' humility looks good on you.'
pick your poison
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She was washing down the last table when the door creaked. "Bar's closed," Tifa shouted reflexively, and turned to see who had walked in. As she did, the hand holding her washcloth tightened into a fist. "You're walking again."
"It seems I have your flowergirl to thank for it," the blond replied, stepping around her and to the bar.
Hands on hips, she followed. "Why-?"
"I," he said, settling on a stool and sweeping his coat to the side, "am just here to talk. Calm yourself." He spun around to face her, but the cushion tilted with an ominous creak and sent the young President to the ground. "Hmmph. It seems that even the chairs around this place don't like me very much."
He looked dignified even sprawled on the floor. "Here," she laughed, shaking her head but extending her hand.
"Thank you," he said, carefully, and took her hand. Dusting invisible dirt off of his white greatcoat, he turned for the door.
"Hey," she called. He paused. "Humility looks good on you."
He made a sound that could have been laughter. "I'll make it a habit then, Miss Lockheart."
"You bothered to come all the way here. Can I fix your poison of choice?"
His smile was lopsided. "Perhaps. When I am less certain you mean that literally."
She tossed her hair as Rufus walked out, but didn't deny it.
He had a point.
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(finis)
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sabe's scribbles: written for the prompt RufTi - "down a peg" - from darknitedestiny on LJ... Heh. Rufus is a surprisingly fun character to write for. As always, I like feedback like I like good cheese (which is quite a lot) and hope you enjoyed the moment!